You were tasked with guarding the Sihang Warehouse, and you brought out a Tiger tank?

North Station, Rongyi Brigade Command Post.

"Boom!"

The cement slab overhead was shaking violently, and dust fell in a flurry, landing in Lin Feng's already cold lunchbox.

He put down the phone, his face extremely grim.

Before I traveled through time, I watched the commentary on the final battle on Bilibili. When I saw Chen Changjie being ordered, "Hold on firmly, and there's a way," the comments were full of "hahaha."

However, when he himself received a similar order, Lin Feng could no longer laugh.

"We absolutely must hold out, even if it's just for an hour?"

Lin Feng sneered and slammed the microphone on the table: "Bullshit!"

The North Station building outside was reduced to a foundation; the Japanese heavy artillery was turning over the ruins again and again, like plowing a field.

The Japanese attack never stopped. As if to wash away the previous humiliation, this time they no longer probed, but poured in one battalion after another, giving the defenders no chance to catch their breath.

"Brigade Commander, the Second Regiment can't hold out any longer. More than half of them have been killed or wounded. Regiment Commander Zhang is requesting a retreat." Zhao Yushu ran in, looking disheveled and his voice was trembling with tears.

"It's similar on the Third Regiment side; Li Dadao's suicide squad has been wiped out," Zhao Dashan reported.

Lin Feng glanced at the map.

The German-equipped divisions on the left and right flanks had long since collapsed. Now, the entire Zhabei front line was like a mouth missing two front teeth, and his Honor Brigade was the only remaining tooth that was about to fall out.

"What about the casualties?"

"The First Regiment... suffered over 300 dead and over 500 wounded. The Second and Third Regiments combined lost nearly 1,000 men."

Lin Feng's heart suddenly clenched.

This is all the wealth he accumulated little by little!

"They have done everything they could to be kind and righteous."

Lin Feng closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "We've decimated two Japanese regiments here, killing no fewer than two thousand Japanese soldiers. We've held out for more than a day longer than our German-equipped divisions on both flanks. We've lived up to this uniform and that damned order."

"If we don't retreat now, we're just stupid."

He is a time traveler, not a loyal and blindly devoted cannon fodder.

He knew the course of history, and even more so, he knew his own worth.

Where there is life, there is hope.

"I'm also from Fenghua, a graduate of the Whampoa Military Academy, and I stayed on for an extra day. I don't believe that Zhu Yimin would dare to punish me under military law."

Lin Feng suddenly opened his eyes and decisively said:

"Pass on my orders."

"The entire brigade abandons its current positions and retreats immediately."

"How do we retreat? In broad daylight?" Zhao Dashan was taken aback.

"Fire out smoke! Fire all the smoke shells! Set those wrecked tires and wet straw on fire!"

Lin Feng pointed outside: "Create artificial fog, have the armored reconnaissance company and tank company cover the rear, use the ruins as cover, and hold them off step by step."

"Infantry battalions, provide alternating cover and retreat. Target: Zhabei core urban area, towards Sihang Warehouse."

"yes!"

As the order was given, thick smoke billowed from the ruins of the North Station, obscuring the sky.

Under the cover of smoke, this exhausted but still organized force began to withdraw from this land of death in an orderly manner.

-----

The retreat route was a scene of utter devastation.

The roadside ditches and the base of broken walls were filled with abandoned wounded soldiers and supplies.

Most of those were left behind by the 88th Division during their retreat.

Some wounded soldiers had broken legs and lay groaning in the mud; some had their intestines spilling out and looked at the sky in despair; others had already lost their breath, their bodies turned white from being soaked in the rain.

On the roadside, there were boxes of unopened ammunition, and even two intact 37mm anti-tank guns, pointing forlornly at the sky, like loyal dogs abandoned by their owners.

"Is this the elite force of the Central Army?"

Seeing this, Li Dadao couldn't help but spit: "Running faster than rabbits, ignoring even the wounded? That bastard Commander Sun is a real piece of work."

Lin Feng, who was covering the rear, also caught up in an armored vehicle at this time.

When he saw the despair in the eyes of the wounded soldiers by the roadside, his heart ached as if it were being pricked by needles.

"parking."

He roared and jumped off the armored vehicle.

Li Dadao was taken aback: "Brigade Commander?"

Lin Feng pointed to the long line of mule carts and trucks pulling supplies behind him:

"As long as they're alive, even if they're barely breathing, get them onto the truck."

With red eyes, he roared at the soldiers around him:

"They are men born of fathers and mothers, heroes who shed blood for the country, not trash. We cannot let them die here like stray dogs."

"Even if I die, I want to die in our hospital, and die with dignity."

That roar stunned everyone.

The soldiers from the three surrounding regiments looked at Lin Feng with eyes filled with shock and emotion.

This is their brigade commander!

"Quick, help carry them up."

"Hey bro, hang in there, we're taking you home."

Soldiers from the 1st Honor Brigade rushed to the roadside and carefully lifted the abandoned wounded soldiers. Some even stuffed their own rations and canteens into the wounded soldiers' hands.

Those wounded soldiers of the 88th Division who had been resigned to their fate and awaited death, looked at these unfamiliar faces and at the young general who was standing in the rain directing the rescue efforts, and tears welled up in their eyes.

"Sir... thank you... thank you..."

"Don't talk, save your energy." Lin Feng patted a wounded soldier's hand, then turned to Lin Peiji and shouted, "Uncle Peiji, have the medical team follow us. Do the first aid in the ambulance, and don't skimp on the medicine."

Meanwhile, Lin Feng's system space was also not idle.

"A box of bullets? Take it."

"37mm anti-tank gun? Take it."

"These heartless, spendthrift bastards!" Lin Feng cursed as he scavenged for all the good stuff left behind by the 88th Division, like an old scavenger.

This is unexpected wealth; why not take it?

-----

The ruins of the North Station.

"Let's give the Japanese a big surprise."

Zhao Dashan said with a wicked grin.

They buried countless booby traps under the ruins, and connected boxes of unused grenades and mortar shells with tripwires.

In the center of the position, on the last remaining flagpole, a military flag still flutters in the wind and rain.

This looks like a tragic symbol, and also the best spoils of war in the eyes of the Japanese.

But what the Japanese soldiers didn't know was that a thin fishing line was attached to the bottom of that flagpole.

At the other end of the fishing line was a bundle of 120mm heavy mortar shells with a pull-activated fuse.

Half an hour later.

An infantry battalion of the Japanese 9th Division cautiously crept into the deathly silent North Station.

When the Japanese captain leading the team rushed toward the flag with a look of ecstatic joy, wanting to personally pull it down to claim credit with the division commander.

"BOOM—!!!"

A deafening roar.

A sizable mushroom cloud rose directly from the North Station Plaza.

The captain, along with dozens of Japanese soldiers around him, turned to ashes in an instant.

This was Lin Feng's final gift to them.

-----

Soon after, Lin Feng led the main force of the Honor Brigade to the relatively safe outer area of ​​the Sihang Warehouse.

"First Battalion, establish a defensive line on the left flank of the warehouse. Second Battalion, move to the right flank and hold that department store!"

Lin Feng, standing in the mud, was directing his troops to rebuild fortifications.

Although the retreat was chaotic, the core of this unit remained intact.

Just then, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from afar.

"Whoa—"

A major staff officer from the 9th Army Headquarters reined in his horse and dismounted.

He didn't even bother to wipe the rain off his face, he quickly ran to Lin Feng and snapped to attention, giving him a sharp salute.

"Brigade Commander Lin, Commander Zhu has ordered you to immediately proceed to the army group headquarters to attend an emergency military meeting."

At this meeting, all division and brigade commanders of the army group will be present.